Indentured - 2012/09/13

Working on the chain gang
Kicking up dirt and sweat
Lips parched and begging
To taste the world so wet

Whips crack while we rush
To dig ditches as directed
Only to fill them back in
As we bury those infected

Locked up tight at sunset
Drowning wounds in booze
Fighting to escape dreams
That come while we snooze

In the morning it returns
As vicious as ever before
For we are the customers
And pain is but our whore

At any time this can end
Simply utter just a word
And shades with the guns
Will rip you from the herd

Or rather carefully plan
On how to make your break
Though there is no knowing
What kind of mess you make

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